"Mas Suma, why? Ugly huh?" I asked doubtfully."You’re danger, Rani!" he said suddenly."It means?" I asked in surprise. I move my seat closer to him. I can't wait to know what he means."Apparently, if you are left alone, you can shot like an arrow. That's what I'm afraid of!"I no longer understand what is being said. He pulled my seat closer. Maybe my face shows my incomprehension."Look at this, you made something simple, but far beyond anyone's expectations. What's crazy is that it's not only beautiful but useful! Good job! This is Maharani that belong to Kusuma," he said as he hugged me tightly. Hmm, nothing happen yet, he added his name already.I smiled relieved to greet him. I hope my hard work pays off."Tomorrow, we will start the sample production. Is there enough time?" he whispered softly. Kissed my forehead gently. We smiled together, one step passed.When working accompanied by the loved ones it’s really makes more enthusiastic. Even more, got full support from him.Al
-------------"Whoever it is, including women, will 'jump forward' if given the opportunity and support"-------------"Daddy! Aunt Rani! Why are you sleeping here?!" I heard a voice calling my name. My hand feels like something is tugging on it. I blinked my eyes which were still heavy."Aunt Rani!"The voice sounded again.Amelia? Why is she here? Then where am I?Good grief ....Me, Me and Mr. Kusuma to be precise, were still on the rooftop terrace!Lastly, what I remember is that we received the news of my victory in the competition. We both cried with joy."Mas Suma! Finally, I can step freely beside you. O.. Allah, thank you!" I shouted happily. Tears flowed by themselves, happy tears that were previously held back by anxiety and fear.All expectations beyond me armed with the knowledge that I have willingness, and surely the heart, turned out produce work that deserves an appreciation."Rani, finally you will be my woman! You know, when you conveying your intention, my heart
Pov. Maharani'Tring'[Mom, congrats. Wisnu is even more proud of mom][My friends keep their regards too][I love you, Mom]Incoming message from Wisnu to my mobile.'Tring'[Maharani, congratulations. Good luck]Incoming message from Jennifer. And, several similar messages from Sintha, Emilya and others."Your cell phone has been ringing all the time, Rani?" Mr. Kusuma asked me.We just finished eating together, just the two of us. Amelia had left for school this morning. And, for some reason Mr. Kusuma is still at home. He said, still want to accompany me."This is a message from Wisnu, Jennifer, and others. How come they know? I haven't even given them any news. How come, huh?" I asked back to him. Just last night, how come the announcement in the morning was already in an uproar."Maharani, honey. That's the name of power the internet. Even more, you brought an Indonesian name. Of course, it will be a trending topic. Who has sent congratulations? Bramantya too? Why didn't you say
"How's the hair braided?" I asked Amelia.The three of us getting ready to eat out, Amelia, Mr. Kusuma and I. Mr. Kusuma said earlier, we were told to wear casual clothes suitable for outdoor events."Aunt, I want two braids. The one from top to bottom and sticks to the head, you know. Like this," she said, showing a photo from the internet on her cell phone.I comb her hair slowly, she is very happy with my treatment like this. She said she had dreamed of this for a long time, as if she had a real mother. Being combed by a mommy, feels comfortable, she said."It's already honey, like this, yes. Amelia is beautiful!" I said while gently pinching her that slightly chubby cheeks.She was wearing a white lace pink shirt with knee wide pants. It looks feminine, energetic and age-appropriate. Combined with white shoes with a small bandI'm wearing a stacked dress made of loose transparent fabric below the knee in cream color. All sent by Claudia's boutique which classic and elegant. Very s
"Wooo…a ...! How beautiful"Amelia ran ahead of us. It turned out that Mr. Kusuma had gone this afternoon to prepare this dinner. He's started being romantic. An extraordinary effort for a Kusuma who hates petty affairs like this.In a garden with lush meadows and plants, we were greeted by beautiful candles installed in several corners. The romantic atmosphere began to emerge and was thickened with flower arrangements and candles that led our way.Amelia walked in front of us excitedly. Mr. Kusuma held my hand gently. We walked slowly and ended up in something that was no less beautiful.A small hut filled with flower arrangements wrapped around its pillars and roof. Hanging flowers fell above us with interspersed small light on the sidelines.So beautiful.We sat three. Smiles radiated on our faces."Now, it's thanksgiving for Maharani, my future wife..." Mr. Kusuma's words were interrupted by Amelia's screams."And my future mommy !" said Amelia, loudly."Yes, and her future mother
Some say, 'if you fall in love, the world seems belong to both of you,' it's true, really.Like us, now!We do not know how long, we were swept away by the beauty of this togetherness. Until the fireworks are no longer visible in the sky, we still feel the thrill of this happiness."Mas Suma! Amelia?!" I shouted.We are alone here, where is that girl? The night was getting late. My worries started haunting her, she's a careless child. Why isn't she back yet?Perhaps?My palms immediately felt cold. Worried Thinking."Mas!" I shouted holding his hand.He smiled at my reaction. The reaction was unusual.What is this?It's like something is hidden behind his smile. I frowned.Looks like he's getting good at hiding things.But what is it?"Don't worry about Amelia. They're here, really," he said, smiling again.I'm getting confused.They?It means?Suddenly, a flash of light began to shine some distance next to us. After a while they saw a rather large hut.There were shadows of several p
He looked at me asking for an explanation, I answered with a shake of my head. We feel that soon, we will be sabotaged by them. Mother and Great MadamThey are both stubborn if they have willingness."Suma! Mrs. Sastro is a West Javanese. She has strong tradition. From now on, the bride and groom must be kept in seclusion!" said the Great Madam." Seclusion! What is that?" Mr. Kusuma was even more confused."Son Kusuma, that means being secluded. You, as the bride and groom, are prohibited from meeting until the day of your wedding," my mother explained patiently.Mr. Kusuma was even more surprised. He didn't expect it to turn out like this. He immediately turned towards the Great Madame."Mum, don't separate us. What should I do? I'm used to eating and drinking what Rani prepares. If I can't meet, I'm confused. Who will take care of me? I don't want to!" protested Mr. Kusuma."Suma! This is the customary rule! You are not allowed to have contact, especially get meet! Including making
'God surely provide the most appropriate for us.'At that time, I blamed what happened before. My failure with Bram threw me out of the dreams that had been woven. Lost all desires, also all goals.Blank!Luckily there is Wisnu, my son, who helped me get up even though I was limping. I began to knit my heart that had been torn apart by trying to be sincere and make peace with fate.Trying to get up, pray and be sincere.Yes, God answered my prayer.My path looks clear, it's just how I move forward.**"Grandma!" shouted Wisnu warning me when he saw Mother enter.Mom brought an empty tea tray. As soon as I put Wisnu's cell phone in the drawer, if Mom finds out, she will complain. Not scared, but more embarrassed.Yes, if I still a girl, she can understand it. But this now I have teenager, and still cannot be told.I smiled remembering that. Stealthily send messages with him. Helped by my son.Funny, huh!"Dear, tomorrow you must start fasting and undergo for treatment. Mom and Mum Adij
My day is getting busier. Pre historic's draft response was unexpected.Not only from buyers, but also received appreciation from furniture business organizations in this country. This design was awarded The Best Furniture Design this year.More and more galleries are visiting. Moreover, this product is published in their monthly tabloid which is spread all over the world. We didn't think this would happen either.Moreover, there are reviews from customers who turn out to be world-renowned designers. In fact, I didn't even know he that I met and bought a gallery display had such a big impact and on his recommendation, many new customers.Email with full of order requests, from asking to join the project or just fill in a private house. We are completely overwhelmed.Luckily there is Aitu who is always ready, Assisted by the production in Jogjakarta and Klaten. Aitu looks really excited. Even though he often has a serious and tense expression on his face, he rarely smiles, let alone la
"Mom... I miss my sister." I heard Amelia's voice as she snuggled into my arms.Her habit, barging into the room and immediately scattered between us. Especially sinceshe found out that she will soon have a younger sibling. Not infrequently she stroked my distended stomach while telling me about school events. The funny thing is, she talked about a lot of school work to a fierce teacher."Dear Amelia, later your sister will be afraid to go to school, you know. That story is scary," I said, laughing. She raised her head frowned, then returned to talk to my stomach. She stroked it gently."Don't worry little sister. Later Sis Amelia will take care of you at school. Accompany you to study, eat and play..." She paused for a moment then looked up again. "Mom, from now on, don't just call me Amelia. But add to being Amelia's sister, okay? I am already a sister.""Okay, Sister Amelia," I said in a small voice, talking about the baby in my stomach. I hugged her tightly and stroked her fragran
Instantly my eyes widened, and my smile widened perfectly."Dear My God!"Wisnu, still carrying his rucksack, had just entered the side yard of the gallery. In the parking lot, we can still see the travel car that drove him.My son is already looking grown up. His face is like a duplicate of Mas Bram, my ex-husband. Only his light skin inherited from me.I stretched out my arms to welcome him. He ran to me and hugged me."Kak Wisnu, why didn't you tell Mom when you were going home?" I asked after kissing both cheeks. he used to be chubby-cheeked, now her face is gaunt. Is he eating less?"On purpose, Wanted to surprise mommy."Then approached Mas Suma to kiss the hand Likewise, Amelia immediately snuggled spoiled in his arms. We ate together, told stories about Amelia's school, Wisnu's campus and lastly Mas Suma bragged about what I had achieved in this gallery.I smiled proudly. As a wife, happiness is priceless when the husband is proud of himself."Is it true that you have one week
“ I thought, Suma is normal or not," he said, looking at me and laughing. "Abah is joking. I'm normal, ABah. This is the proof, Abah will soon have grandchildren," said Mas Suma. "Alhamdulillah. That's called fortune. You must be grateful, as soon as possible to get a mandate from HIM. Sorry, when you’re wedding, Abah could not come. At that time, it coincided with Abah's umrah schedule," he explained. We talk about anything, Especially about life. Mas Suma is right, he is a wise man. It can be seen from the lectures about life that were conveyed to us. Then we toured the factory. I'm not allowed to enter the warehouse, said Abah in a very loud voice, sorry for the fetus in my stomach. Accompanied by Pak Salim, I took a walk in the back garden while waiting for Mas Suma. The land behind is very wide. Lots of piles of wood waste there. Some have large blocks piled up eaten by termites. Mr Salim! This wood is not used?" I asked pointing to a leftover log measuring about forty centi
We have been busy for one week with guests coming, Aitu works so hard, in one day countless times up and down the stairs. Even cafe employees are seconded to accompany gallery guests.Apparently this is because exclusive coverage about this gallery has been published. Not infrequently they want to meet me and ask for a photo together. I feel like an impromptu artist. It's funny something new in my age.Mas Suma kept reminding me not to go up to the top floor, Moreover, forcing myself that causes my body to be tired."Rani, remember that you have our baby in your belly! If you are stubborn, it's better not to go to the gallery!" he said during a video call with me.At that time, I immediately cried, Mas Suma looked confused by my exaggerated reaction.He also ordered Aitu to watch over me. Every lunch hour, must come to the gallery to check on me. Like right now.I, who had finished the new design, was surprised by its arrival. He came two hours early. In fact, according to the schedu
"How are you feeling right now?" asked Mas Suma.Now we are at the Club 21 restaurant located on the outskirts of town, The club that was founded by Mas Suma's school friends, numbering twenty one people. They are the majority of entrepreneurs who want a special place, where they can let go of the attributes that are in them. Being a leader or a public figure makes them feel tired, and this is where it belongs."How do I feel? It's extraordinary. There is a feeling that this heart has been separated from me. This feeling has started to grow since the beginning of the construction of the building and it has become more and more crowded. Now, that feeling is broken, separated and destroyed!" I said while taking a deep breath.Mas Suma stood up from his seat and approached my seat. He rubbed my shoulder and said, "Rani, how heavy is that?""It's very hard, Mas. The feeling of worrying that I will fail and not make Mas Suma proud. The gallery is my responsibility and hope. If I fail, it w
This is first time, a Kusuma-Big Boss opened the gate, Usually the security guard does it.I stared at him from the gallery terrace. The door opened by itself after he unlocked it.The door opened slowly, showing several people lined up behind the gate. There was Aitu and another employee there. Aitu, Mas Suma's trusted employee who was appointed to help me.Maybe they had come earlier, the proof is that Mas Suma opened the lock and they immediately opened it from the outside.It turned out that I wasn't the only one who was diligent on the first day. Luckily, Mas Suma set an alarm, otherwise they could dry up outside the fence. I smiled remembering our silliness earlier."Good morning Miss Rani!" they said taking turns nodding at me.They went straight to their posts. Gardener, sweep the yard and trim the leaves that look old. The Cafe section is busy preparing food and beverage ingredients. Aitu went back and forth checking the gallery and ended up in the office tidying up administr
I looked up at the towering building in front of me. This building is a wedding dowry, this is a monument to our love. The story between Maharani and Kusuma is imprinted here.He is a husband who understands me. Starting from my intention to make him proud, I received an international award. Maybe on that base, Mas Suma gave me the opportunity to work by giving me a dowry for a gallery unit complete with employees and all operations.Maharani Gallery and Cafe, the name is carved beautifully on a large rock. The gold color contrasts with the black of the river stone. Water gushes between these boulders, falling in a pool full of rocks and green plants beside it. Colorful fish running through the gurgling of spilled water."Are you happy Honey?" said Mas Suma, hugging me from behind. I deliberately asked to be delivered early in the morning, before the employees came. It's the first day of the gallery. I want to be satisfied enjoying just the two of us with Mas Suma, my husband.His han
"Mas Bram, live happily. Our story is the most beautiful part we have. And now it's over. Let go of the shadows of your mistakes. We have forgiven you. Be happy with Wulan and the children," I said trying to give understanding.My words were not comforting, instead they made Mas Bram cry even more. Dropped from his seat, his knees fell to the floor. He sat down and wept uncontrollably in front of us."Mas Bram!" I shouted.Wisnu immediately stood up and ran closer to his father. He immediately sat hugging Mas Bram. Son and father cry together.My chest suddenly tightened. This heart hurts again. Farewells always leave scars Not only us as parents even children will be scratched in their hearts.My tears rolled down uncontrollably. I was drawn to another world where there were only the three of us. And, we were nervous together there."I'm sorry! I was wrong! Forgive me Rani, Wisnu!" he said hugging Wisnu tightly."My son, every night I always think of you. Daddy is crying, can't imagi